I glance out the window at the waning moon, watching the street lights pass by with the speeding cars.

I fold the three cars back over and spread them out with my fingers.

I gulp, trying to think of something convincing to say, and stupidly spit out the first line I can come up with.

"Just, uh, watch what you say," I manage to stutter.

"Watch what I say?" she twists her face up, "Are you /serious/?"

"Yeah, I mean, you might uh, end up in a fight with someone over it. Somebody close," I gulp.

"I do that anyway," she shrugs, turning her attention back to her magazine.

I don't want to lie to her, but anything is better than telling her the truth. Even I don't want to face it, but I'll have to tell her sooner or later.

"Wow, Pete," Andy laughs,"You're a real psychic. You should open up a shop somewhere ans start charging people for that kind of thing," he snickers as Joe jumps up and walks over to Rae, taking a white envelope out of his pocket.

"Some dude gave this to me," explains, "Told me to give it to you. I kinda forgot about it," he says handing her the note.

I sigh, standing from the table and walking into the bunk room, sticking Rae's what-you-don't-expect cards into my pocket and rolling the covers up over my shoulders, staring at the bunk above me, thinking of Rae's card reading and what I didn't - couldn't - say.